"I have met that kid from Baiyun Sect several times. His name is Lou Wanfeng. Mu Nianqing is very picky when looking for apprentices. He will definitely not accept anyone who is not talented enough, nor will he accept someone with poor conduct. He also needs good looks, so that child is the best apprentice. , filial, obedient, talented and hard-working.”
Zhang Jingsong said softly, "Not long after he died, Mu Nianqing also followed."
"For people like us, our direct disciples are our own lives."
Mu Qingyun's tea cup was a little cold again.
The wind is also a bit cool.
Zhang Jingsong's face actually had no expression, and when he spoke, his tone was extremely calm.
But Mu Qingyun couldn't help but start to guess how Mu Nianqing, the master of the Baiyun Sect, felt at that moment, and how the senior brother of the Baiyun Sect who gave up his martial arts to die was feeling.
Now she has mastered martial arts. After practicing martial arts, the various changes in the human body are almost obsessive. She can't imagine what will happen if she loses this martial arts one day, let alone abolishing her martial arts. That must be despair. To the extreme.
Mu Qingyun's martial arts practice is different from others. Her "God rewards hard work" turns all the suffering, blood and tears into enjoyment. She doesn't feel it is hard, but she knows how difficult it is to practice martial arts, and she has no qualms with others. For people, success in martial arts means countless years of time and countless blood and tears spent from childhood to adulthood. If you want to practice even a little bit of fame, you must endure hardship.
Giving up all of this is almost equivalent to giving up on oneself for many warriors.
"Later, those old guys also tracked down and found out that the person who died at the hands of Lou Wanfeng was an old doctor from the imperial capital and a professor at the Medical University. His surname was Bai. He was a very good person. If Lou Wanfeng hadn't surrendered, , his family all thought that the old doctor died of a sudden myocardial infarction. After all, the old man was in his sixties at the time and was not in good health, so it was considered a funeral." To exit the transcoding page, please download the app Aiyuan.
Zhang Jingsong smiled bitterly and said, "What a coincidence, the old doctor who passed away was the cousin of your current landlord. Maybe Bai Wan didn't know such a person, but in terms of blood relationship, Bai Wan is the closest to him."
Mu Qingyun frowned.
Zhang Jingsong smiled: "Although we are cousins, we have never met each other. Bai Wan has heard at least two gossips about this cousin. Besides, the murderer is your uncle who you have never met. What does it have to do with you? , Miss Mu, don’t think too much.”
Mu Qingyun rolled his eyes and poured himself a cup of tea. Zhang Jingsong looked at the time and it was already a quarter past twelve in the morning.
Zhang Jingsong sighed lightly and quickly got to the point: "Wan Feng said that he was deceived and accidentally killed a good person. During that time, he always wanted to reorganize the order of the world and revive the Baiyun Sect. Anyway, he traveled to many places and went to worship at many Jianghu sects. He also made friends everywhere and looked for people to compete with and discuss martial arts. At that time, some people said that they saw two little boys with him, and they should choose one of the two children to be his disciple."
"It is said that both children have good qualifications, one is older and the other is younger. Later, after Tuanfeng left, the older one disappeared and the younger one was also seriously injured and was brought back to Baiyunmen for treatment by your grandmother. Well, it took more than half a year to educate her. Later, your grandmother passed away early because of her disciple's affairs. This younger child became the latest generation of mountain guardians of Baiyun Sect. He has been living on the mountain and does not often interact with others. "
"A few years later, about eleven years ago, a group of boys who claimed to be Baiyun Sect disciples suddenly appeared on the road. They were very domineering and arrogant, saying
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My imagination has come true My imagination has come true (Page 2/Total 2 pages) → To make a lot of troubles in this world, the disciple of Baiyun Sect at that time, that is, Lou Wanfeng Xiaolou, your grandma’s disciple, went down the mountain. For about a month, he chased these people and disabled their martial arts one by one. He fought with the leader for two days and probably won. After that, the group called themselves The boy from Baiyunmen disappeared. "
"It was later said that the Baiyun Sect was fighting within itself. At that time, Lou Wanfeng did not choose an apprentice, so he died, leaving only two children."
Zhang Jingsong was helpless, "The group of boys outside calling themselves Baiyun Sect were brought out by the older kid."
"That's all. At my age, I can't control too much. Even if there are still rivers and lakes now, they no longer belong to us."
Standing up, Zhang Jingsong saw his gray-haired self in the mirror, and then raised his eyes to look at Mu Qingyun, who was like a green pine, and said softly, "I remember that Master Mu gave you a small name, Fu Bo, and I felt uncomfortable afterwards. Great, just say you are no longer in the world and you will be safe in this life, but the small word 'peace' is more appropriate."
"Look now, what can they do if those old men think so much? Do they really think that everything will go as they wish? He wants you to be safe in this life, but I think you have a chaotic destiny. You are destined to encounter more wind and rain. Instead, Fubo is very good, no matter how bad the storm is, you can make it calm... This is the best wish that an elder can give."
Mu Qingyun couldn't laugh or cry: This issue of elders is really worth discussing.
Her current body is indeed Mu Nianqing's granddaughter, but - how could she remember that her ancestor was the founder of Baiyun Sect!
"Aqing, are you still not sleeping? Just sleep here today. It's getting late and it's going to rain soon. It's not safe for you to walk at night."
Grandma Bai probably got up at night and saw that the light in the study was still on, so she shouted.
Mu Qingyun responded with a smile: "I understand. If Grandma Bai is hungry, don't go to the kitchen. There are yellow peas on the cabinet. Eat that."
"Why."
Perhaps because he heard a bunch of vague old stories about Baiyun Sect, Mu Qingyun had a strange dream at night.
In her dream, she seemed to be attending a feast, with strange singing faintly heard in the distance, and laughter everywhere.
But she didn't smile. She just stared at a huge golden sundial. Someone said in her ear: "You must make the right choices in all aspects for this game to continue."
Mu Qingyun woke up immediately.
It was obviously a very happy dream, with fine wine everywhere, beauties everywhere, and even the various animals flying in the sky and running on the ground were all cute or interesting.
Everyone was laughing and happy, but she was trembling all over, not even afraid. Her mind was blank, without any emotion.
In an instant, the inexplicable emotions faded from the bottom of my heart. The sun was still shining on the earth, the birds were chirping outside the window, and the flowers and trees were whispering non-stop.
Mu Qingyun stood up suddenly. It was late today, so she skipped her morning boxing skills and boiled the dumplings she had made and frozen last night, and paired them with shrimp skin, seaweed and egg drop soup, and a few drops of sesame oil. A quite sumptuous breakfast.
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